Shangguan Wan wrapped her hands around Ye Yanfeng's neck, her hold tightening into a death-like grip.
This feeling of getting back something you've lost made her heart flutter, and cherish this moment even more.
Ye Yanfeng's kiss was very strong and intense, until she almost lost all of her supply of oxygen.
Both of their breathing was hitched and somewhat panicked, their clothes rubbing against each other as a small sound ensuing.
Ye Yanfeng's desire was being lured out, his breathing ragged and heavy. He panted, his breathing under such desires extremely moving as if he was being punished and she was the punisher.
Hearing such sounds, Shangguan Wan felt slightly weak. He picked her up, as if he was going to melt her into his bones and flesh.
